“Oh no Thanksgiving is coming!” said my best friend London. I knew that, but I didn’t want to worry her. Every year London said the same exact thing, and every year we escaped being eaten by the feathers on our tails. My name is Feathers and I’m the brain of this operation. It’s my job to come up with our plan not to become YOUR Thanksgiving turkey.As London ran around like a chicken with her head cut off I sat and thought of our next move. London was not very good at planning our escapes. Last year London thought that we should paint ourselves orange, and act like pumpkins. Not one of her greatest plans. So it was all up to me. I had to come up with a plan, and time was running out.I had a great idea, but it was going to take a lot of hard work. First, our friend Howard the horse was going to have to let us know when Farmer Brown left. When Farmer Brown left London and I snuck in the house to type a letter on the computer. London said, “Are you sure this is going to work?” I said, “Don’t worry about it, don’t I save your tail every year?” “Well, yes I trust you, let’s go!” said London. I began typing my letter and it said:Dear Turkey Eating Citizens,My name is Seth the Turkey Bandit, and I have poisoned all the turkeys in the world. You can’t eat any turkeys until after Thanksgiving. If you do you will get sick. I do however suggest a nice juicy ham or even a plump chicken.Thank You,SethAfter I typed my letter I emailed it to all the newspapers and news stations. London and I snuck back out the farmer’s house when Donald the dog told us that he heard the farmer’s truck coming up the road. I went to bed praying that my plan had worked. “Feather, Feather have you seen it, have you seen the news!” Catherine the cat said as she ran from Farmer Brown’s house. She had been watching the news and saw that the president declared Thanksgiving this year would be a no turkey day. I don’t know if this had anything to do with my letter, but I was sure happy for my friend London and I. The pigs and chickens are still mad at me, but they’ll get over it. Oh well, until next year!